Out for a stroll to go divin down under.

Gone for some machete lines, and all the river water i can muster.

Sucked up through the cave tunnel and come out a champion. Of life.

I’m ready to go.
Ready to follow where the wind blows, no one knows.
Feel the cool water suck me in.
Love to see you follow me cause ain’t no one got the mind to.
Now let me eat all the little fishies, watch their guts squirt and their fins pop.
And boy oh boy, I’ll even share with good ol’ Jackie.

I’m ready to go.

Ready to follow where the wind blows, no one knows.

Feel the cool water suck me in.

Love to see you follow me cause ain’t no one got the mind to.

Now let me eat all the little fishies, watch their guts squirt and their fins pop.

And boy oh boy, I’ll even share with good ol’ Jackie.

Colours run through trees.
Dripping honey from my tongue, if you will.
I hear the sap slide down, and the birds sing their lullabies.
Sit here for days just to feel the cool wind zagging around trunks.
And just what do I see? Arms waving happily down to the citizens below; dancers contorting just because they can.

Colours run through trees.

Dripping honey from my tongue, if you will.

I hear the sap slide down, and the birds sing their lullabies.

Sit here for days just to feel the cool wind zagging around trunks.

And just what do I see? Arms waving happily down to the citizens below; dancers contorting just because they can.

"What’s waiting there, for me?"
"Well, my dear, your fucking sanity for one. Go get that and then we’ll have lunch."

"What’s waiting there, for me?"

"Well, my dear, your fucking sanity for one. Go get that and then we’ll have lunch."

Everyday, lounging endlessly. Nothing to do but contemplate life.
Think of the sweet lullabies, the dark nighttime skies.
And all the while you think of me, when you close your eyes and when you hear my name. 
I’m not afraid of holding my own. Feels like home.
But still you could wonder; es possible.

Everyday, lounging endlessly. Nothing to do but contemplate life.

Think of the sweet lullabies, the dark nighttime skies.

And all the while you think of me, when you close your eyes and when you hear my name. 

I’m not afraid of holding my own. Feels like home.

But still you could wonder; es possible.

In the coldness of the night does my soul ever seem to be free.
Every worry or delight comes bubbling up and out and all I seem to feel is the nothingingness of pure bliss.
Life is as effortless as the smoke leaving my lungs.
Everything is so simple.

In the coldness of the night does my soul ever seem to be free.

Every worry or delight comes bubbling up and out and all I seem to feel is the nothingingness of pure bliss.

Life is as effortless as the smoke leaving my lungs.

Everything is so simple.

Crumpled lay dying.
Out for the picking, and the picking is me.
Weak here, strong so long ago I’ve forgotten.
I’ll watch the sun set as I’ve done before, 
but this time it’s a whole new perspective.
No longer do I coast through it, but I watch from afar.
Guess that’s all I have left, but I’ll take it.

Crumpled lay dying.

Out for the picking, and the picking is me.

Weak here, strong so long ago I’ve forgotten.

I’ll watch the sun set as I’ve done before, 

but this time it’s a whole new perspective.

No longer do I coast through it, but I watch from afar.

Guess that’s all I have left, but I’ll take it.

Keep trekking through and through.
See what marvels to behold.
Feel wind’s power surging me forward.
Feel mountain’s strength to endure.

Keep trekking through and through.

See what marvels to behold.

Feel wind’s power surging me forward.

Feel mountain’s strength to endure.

Wanna fly into the sky as high as my wings will take me
Wanna leave this place; spoiled and rotten
Just gotta get to the pinks and the reds but the closer I get the farther they go
Pray, tell me, to what end can I reach? Is there an end in sight?
Suppose not or I’d have been there already.
But it’s been so long I’ve been trying, 
been so long since I’ve left.

Wanna fly into the sky as high as my wings will take me

Wanna leave this place; spoiled and rotten

Just gotta get to the pinks and the reds but the closer I get the farther they go

Pray, tell me, to what end can I reach? Is there an end in sight?

Suppose not or I’d have been there already.

But it’s been so long I’ve been trying, 

been so long since I’ve left.

This town ain’t no town for me.
Buses be red and daisies be blue.
All the lights are too bright, 
Darkness lit up.
All my life never imagined this night.

This town ain’t no town for me.

Buses be red and daisies be blue.

All the lights are too bright, 

Darkness lit up.

All my life never imagined this night.

Just wanna see around the corner,
maybe a ghost or two.
Just wanna catch a glimpse of my future,
maybe my past too.

Just wanna see around the corner,

maybe a ghost or two.

Just wanna catch a glimpse of my future,

maybe my past too.